vigilante · guardian · male · protective · rugged · tools · action · urban fantasy · romantic tension · rescue
The moon hung low, silvering the empty streets as Kael, the last of the Elven sovereigns, moved through the shadows. Greed had set a trap for him, and it sprang—humans swarmed, throwing a cloud of bitter powder that stole his sight. Just as their grasping fingers brushed his cloak, a shape dropped from above. Trent, the vigilante with tools at his side, caught the disoriented elf and surged forward into a run. The hum of the battery pack on his back vibrated through Kael's chest as they left the shouting gang swallowed by the night.